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She is the leper mother who begs at Bandra Bazar Road there used to be a guy her brother also a leper who used to move them around a flat board like cart on wheels ...she told me he has gone to their hometown .And I wondered where do they keep their savings because in Bandra the drug addicts local thieves rob from poor folks too ..Bandra is a home for anti social elements most living in the Lal Mitti slums cops hardly catch them as they only go after big fish .This leper family saddens me and besides giving them money there is nothing much I can do .These are my quintessential street stories they bloom in my backyard .Many years back there was a lady who lived near the garbage bin she had two beautiful kids but she turned alcoholic and drug addicts would force themselves on her ..she needed booze as fish needs water and the kids were taken care by a few good people .Than she disappeared with the kids but sometimes I spot her I asked her about the kids a boy and a girl but she stares …

I am just not capable of talking without visual s sometimes I let visuals talk but than as I have a lot of foreigner friends on Flickr I need to align them with my background .My background sadly is my dire surrounding s garbage bins people shitting peeing and beggars of all kinds ..lepers deformed mentally physically challenged .I shoot the real world I don't believe in shooting for shooting sake and I am an incorrigible street poet photographer ..poetry at times can hit you hard without the stumbling boulders of words .
This morning I went to play tennis I always carry snacks for the tennis instructors of Coach Surendra Pawar these guys break their balls teaching us tennis and they start at 6 and end by 9 ..I feel for them and I love them like my own kids ..they take a lot of pains to make me young on the court I used to tire easily because of my dormant asthama and diabetes but I play for 35 minutes ..today I played rigorously and vigorously encouraged by Fabian Namory and oth…